The next victim.
Daughter of the dean,
no one expected it.
We had planned,
thought of who would die next,
whose funeral would be planned.
I had begun to plan my own, as a joke,
of course,
when I did actually die no one listened to my "plans"
Nobody actually threw me a funeral,
everyone I loved was dead.
My family had been killed,
I mean I did say I was the last target.
But anyway,
when Lyla James was killed.
Blood splattered through hallways,
Organs scattered throughout the school,
body limp in the swimming pool....
THAT was when the school went into lockdown.
Quite selfish.
Nobody seemed to care when I died-
or any other student.
Nobody even dared to apologize to Owen Shrine after his release.
No one.
Not a single soul.
Doesn't matter, now anyway
he was the next victim.
Yup.
Alleged killer killed.
Fun right?
Definitely for the killer.
He seemed to be cut through and hung from the central hall tree.
What a sight to see...
Blood dripped.
And dripped.
And dripped on the people who passed by.
Nobody noticed until they heard the sounds...
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip.
Blood colored the blonde hair of a child,
And her scream...
Oh her scream.
It was the wake-up call of the town.
We were no longer in a one-shot murder base.
This was a serial killer in the making.
